topo chico clinking in the backseat
reminds me of when i found the
empty something-else in your recycling
(sheesh)
driving me bonkers
that i still crave to kiss you
it’s the little things
that help me not miss you
bought me the wrong kind of candy for a late valentine’s
and maybe i shouldn’t care as much as i do
but i couldn't help the eerie feeling creeping inside
that things wouldn’t ever be what they used to